torn/ado

[stilltheoptimst]

i'm not sure how i feel about this just yet. i think i can do something with it and i dont have a set chorus, but this is it so far.

Torn/ado
he was building her a farmer's porch,
while she stared down tornadoes.
with the darkest horizon to date,
and the scent of fresh paint,
the timer was set,
for his work to be done,
and then all fly away.

while the sirens blared in key,
she suggested they use the porch,
and take their seats,
on the swinging bench,
so they could watch their world go up.
and dust dance in circles,
above their head.

He was used to doing what's safe
and was tempted to hide,
but she opened his eyes,
for him to see,
the world flexing it's arm,
it set his heart out to race,
while she smirked at the breeze.

they saw birds swept away,
and felt the boards begin to break,
so they two stepped down,
onto the grass,
he stood like a statue,
she couldn't vision,
a better way to pass.

they tightened their grips,
and stood strong as it came,
the wind blew away any silence,
and they began to soar,
they held on to eachother.
I wonder what it's like to be flying while dieing.

[a speedo model]

i really enjoyed this. good job.

[HereUntilDeath]

I liked it.

[wyverna]

Dying, not dieing. But otherwise, good work.